Maleficent kept her pace nice and slow as she scanned her surroundings, except she felt an uncomfortable gaze at the back of her head. As an elf, she could hear the tiniest bit of sound that could be a tiny whisper or a tiny step of a person. Basically, no one could hide from her. She waited for the stranger to at least looked away from her before she suddenly dissapears if he turns back to her. All was quiet after the fae suddenly sprinted from the shadows and put her grip to the collar of his shirt, and pinned the dwarf on the ground and being above his small stature with her elegant catsuit-covered legs bent and crouching far from his sides. Her dagger suddenly came in contact with his throat. "Why are you following me?", she demanded with her voice behind the veil that was covering her mouth.